You are born, like a song of uttermost beauty – and then the people who have been traumatized before you, try to shame you out of remembering your song. Most of them are not bad human beings, they simply forgot, and they want you to be an important practical goose, for your own good.

If world leaders were parents, we would have a very strange selection: On one end of the spectrum, a crazy, militarized parent with a whip who beats his child any time he does something forbidden, and on the other end, a neurotic, passive aggressive parent who feeds the child too much chocolate to earn popularity, and secretly slips meds into his soup so that the child remains a little disoriented at all times, and needs daddy.

The funny thing, if either child were to rebel (against the whip, or against the soup meds), things would get very dramatic and ugly, very quickly.